Frontline Diary: Superman Stevenson shrugs off Kryptonite

Shawn Smith
13/09/2015 1:43am

The mood amongst supporters of Tommy Karpency was jovial as the main event started in Toronto. They cheered loudly as his name was announced, blowing kisses and waving. It didn’t take long for the cheers to turn to tears. Premier Boxing Champions hosted their first event in Toronto on Friday night, and the first world championship fight in the city since 1984. Lineal light-heavyweight champion Adonis Stevenson did what many expected he would be able to do, dismantling Karpency in the third round thanks to his explosive power.

Frontline Diary: Oh what an atmosphere

Andrew Harrison
10/09/2015 11:59am

During a brief sojourn in a bar situated inside the complex, Twitter tipped me off that Tyson Fury was in the building. Dressed in a grey two-piece tweed jacket and waistcoat with matching flat cap, Fury looked happy - like a man temporarily released from the rigours of training. Tall, slim and unmarked he appeared to be on weight; fit but perhaps a tad tired. Fury has an easy manner and is popular inside the boxing community. He shakes plenty of hands. He’d called in to cheer on an undercard fighter on the Warrington-Brunker bill, and was scheduled to resume training the following day to commence a crucial phase in camp. “I’m here to support my little team mate Isaac Lowe, a little featherweight who’s fighting for the English title tonight,” he told me cheerily. “Training’s going good. Six weeks in now, another six weeks and I’ll be ready. I’m sparring Monday. I’ll let you know how many times I get chinned in sparring - give ‘em a bit of confidence.”

 

 

 

 

Frontline Diary: (Well over) 22 Twos

Terry Dooley
24/07/2015 2:38pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMkImCgHdFc

It was a tale of two comebacks: Anthony Crolla’s return to action after being attacked by would-be burglars in December and Boxing Monthly columnist Billy Graham’s first ringside appearance in the U.K. since he worked Ojay Abraham’s corner in August 2008, the night both men retired from boxing. Graham was Sky’s guest of honour. It was a chance for him to mingle with boxing fans at a fight for the first time in almost a decade in a venue he once called home yet has only visited twice since Ricky Hatton’s win over Kostya Tszyu in June 2005. “It is fantastic,” said Graham. “I’ve had an unbelievable reception. I am overwhelmed by the way the fans have treated me. It’s taken me a couple of rounds to adjust to the velocity of the punches and get a feel for it all again. Don’t forget, it’s the first time I’ve been ringside for a long time."

Frontline Diary: Flanagan-Zepeda, From the park to the couch

Terry Dooley
17/07/2015 6:10am

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZy-ANC-pic

After only attending one TV show in the past 15 months, I realised that it was time to get back out there. The bullshit-free environs of non-TV shows are great, but you do have to head out to the 'big' ones if you want to pick up news, gossip and other titbits - recluses don’t get exclusives. Unfortunately, I discovered that I’d double-booked myself and ended up sitting yet another one out due to dog-sitting duties.It meant sending a late text through to Richard Maynard, Frank Warren’s PR guru. Richard and Anthony Leaver (Matchroom) have two of the busiest jobs in the sport. Press and all other inquiries tend to land at their doors, not to mention angry emails from irate writers and other media people if they are not happy with their seats.

Frontline Diary: Azerbaijan and Baku 2015

Terry Dooley
16/06/2015 8:15pm

Arriving at Azerbaijan airport at 3am in the morning isn’t the best way to begin a Boxing Monthly fact-finding mission ahead of the inaugural 2015 European Games. For starters, you have to purchase a Visa. The task is made especially hard if, say, your passport is almost a decade old and you have had a drastic haircut plus added an Epping Forest-sized amount of hair to your face in the meantime. “This man, he looks nothing like the man before me,” claimed a bemused official when I brandished my old passport plus the photo I had taken the night before to attach to my Visa application. “Are you really him?” he asked, which prompted a brief existential crisis. “Is anyone really anyone at all?” I countered, running the risk of opening up a conversation that could have lasted all night. Whether through tiredness, boredom or both, he eventually stopped staring at me and rubber-stamped my entry into the country.